So this year I thought I’d shake things up a bit and challenge myself, so I am mixing up the prompts and attempting them in no organised order I am simply following where my heart guides me Also my original idea was to get the…

Something about the way you look at me You see right through my facade and bullshit. You crumble me down to the bone. My soul recognizes you as a familiar stranger. Your gaze makes me feel so vulnerable and raw. I am falling into pieces,…

So this year I thought I’d shake things up a bit and challenge myself, so I am mixing up the prompts and attempting them in no organised order I am simply following where my heart guides me Also my original idea was to get the…

I crave deep, meaningful connections. I long for honest, unfiltered conversations. With absolutely anyone who is willing to pour their heart out. In the age of social distancing, I miss human touch, the healing power of a hug, the warmth in a handshake; the reassurance…

Expendable embattled defeated exhausted depleted   deleted negated obsolete outdated   forgotten forsaken unwanted untaken   abandoned neglected discarded rejected   (A foursquare verse is another one off the top of my noggin. It consists of four stanzas, each containing four lines. All lines are…

So this year I thought I’d shake things up a bit and challenge myself, so I am mixing up the prompts and attempting them in no organised order I am simply following where my heart guides me Also my original idea was to get the…

An Awkward Alliance   Life, as he’d lived it, leaned largely on logic. His expertise evolved from extensive experience, not degrees nor diplomas. Surrounded by stupidity, he elected to educate everyone in earshot with “Lessons by Lonnie.” An emboldened empath, energized and enlightened, intuition and…

You pull me in You take me down You sink me to the bottom of your wondrous layers. The deeper I sink, the more you reveal. I want to get lost in your revelations.

Prompt for Hour Seventeen For your seventeenth prompt I want you to write a poem about solitude. It could be a poem about solitude under normal circumstances or it could be a poem about extreme solitude, for example being a hermit, or the last person…

A wonderland of sorts awaits me patiently organized and in rows all ready to be read. I feel rich at heart with the wonder that surrounds me, Who wouldn’t want to live for an eternity surrounded by such a creative space. I can’t wait to…